In so many stories.

Poetry.

Written in Jan., 2010, in vain.

A Poem for the Oldest.

What is a buttercorn? A cross between a unicorn and a butterfly? Or just a shortened version of "buttered popcorn"

A story about my life.

A wee run on a kiss kind of…

We all have our collection of our favorites. Jenna short for Jennifer loved to collect unicorn pictures and dreamt of seeing and petting a real live unicorn. Jenna was only ten years old when she began to have a special visitor named Author the unicorn.

I would say that this poem is more classical in the content. I had a general outlook on things when my poetry really did begin to take form. If anyone would know what the Unicorn symbolizes, then this poem would be straightforward in explanatory purposes. Comments are open.

She liked Unicorns. A poem was the closest I had to giving her a Unicorn. I couldn’t just be handed-to, it had to be From me. But When I write it it has left me (often) I could not recall it all when finding another who might appreciate the description/poem. This is the smattering of recollection with my comprehension on the topic. Distinguishing the supposed actual creature’s design from the more typical, ” I don’t really know but isn’t a Unicorn just a horse with a horn on it’s head? Of course it is.” Then for the poem to have body, I give mentions of the essence, nature, character of the animal, beast, creature…